RH
A note from Dr. Hendrix
This poem is my thank-you to the four men who, at different turns, chose to help me find my way — beginning with the teacher who pulled me past my conviction that I could not succeed intellectually. I wrote it because no one truly does it “my way” alone, and I wanted to name the men who quietly made mine possible.
— Dr. Roger Hendrix · We share these stories so you can know the family behind GreenTeaHP.
In charting my course
four men surfaced
who were willing to
support me along my
way.
Soon I realized the help
was turning deeper in a
personal way.
I appreciated the
help they give, but
taking it to a deeper
level was challenging,
I would have to say.
With whom do I stick, come
what may?
The first was a teacher,
with him I overcame
my inability to succeed
intellectually.
Mid way through though, I
decided to step out and
go my own way.
The second person was
a businessman; this
came in my mid thirties;
he offered me opportunities.
Then came the moment:
do I take a chance to go
all the way? Again, I went
my own way.
My religious journey was a
long way? Two men emerged
along the way, their orthodoxy
got in the way, so I backed away.
I wrote and spoke from
inside of me, I assure
you it was not orthodoxy.
Three of the four are gone now
the fourth probably too,
what could have been
had I gone their way?
Maybe more would
have come my way, but it
would not have been my
way.
“I’ve done it my way.”